When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 81

Shortly after the execution of the Empress, the Emperor followed. His body could not fully recover due to the act of the poison over a long time.

And thus, Oscar Iassa was crowned the twenty-third Emperor. Ian Reinhardt himself put on a laurel crown, declaring friendship between the imperial family and the Duchy to everyone.

Finally, the Empire was under the rule of a good gentleman with the scepter of peace in his hold.

However, peace was not seen at the Reinhardt mansion. Ian and Laritte, after they returned, were never seen speaking to each other. Ian rarely came out of his office.

For the first time in their lives, the employees felt like they were walking on thin ice.

“What happened in the Capital?”

“Neither of the knights who have been to the Capital know the reason. His Lordship has become strange overnight.”

“Duke!!” Once, Ava was seen storming into Ian’s office to solve this situation. But a few minutes later, her old features were drooping into a sad expression. The employees just guessed that the couple had fought, but they couldn’t say anything.

“Madam, I don’t understand. You were definitely getting along well…..” Alice had also become less talkative. She kept combing Laritte’s hair with an expensive brush.

“I also sent a letter to my grandmother, bragging about the relationship between Madam and His Lordship. You don’t know how happy she was. She even wrote a poem, saying that the peace of the Duke was his happiness.” Irene also joined.

“Could you tell us what happened, Madam?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with Ian either. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

Now Laritte had fewer injuries. For her, there was no way to know if the accidents were simply gone or it was something Ian had done.

After a while, the girls she met at the imperial castle visited the mansion.

“Okay! Let us begin the 21st hobby club. Today’s teacher is Vivienne.”

A small salon was built in the rose garden of the Duchy. Stella placed a flower on the table as if taking a solemn oath. The activity of this hobby club was flowers. Because it was Vivienne’s hobby, each person put a flower according to Vivienne’s guidance.

Stella proudly brought up the story of defeating Bartolt with Laritte. “…..Back then, the Duchess held my hand and said, ‘I need your help, friend!’” She stabbed the air as if she were a knight.

Envious, Vivienne and Floretta leaned themselves over the white table.

to hear from Madam that I’m your

wish we were there

a while, the

think of it, did the Duke leave for his duties? Since we’re

so I’m not sure. If

an outsider, you can’t say it carelessly! Anyone could get excited with this

not revealed, many people were curious about the private life of the Duke and the Duchess. Numerous types of rumors could be spread

exchanged glances. If this word leaked out, one

itching to know, too. The Ian they met at the capital was definitely someone

I don’t

you asked

it were natural. The girls

silent, she added seriously, “communication is the best way to

a little

for couples to quarrel. I’m

how to talk with him before they left. Laritte’s eyes

one thing they didn’t know. For her to speak to him, she had to at least meet him. Ian had never left his office and bedroom.

She would pass by Ian’s bedroom door, even if it

we’ll bump into each other someday!’

to occupy

to the office and sat herself on the cold

shook her head and pressed a finger on her lips to shut them up. They were already familiar with her strange behavior, so they didn’t question

back, they thought about everything they could do to make the Duchess comfortable on

here. Or should we call the servants and install a sofa here?

so that you can easily have your meal here.”

flowerpot could change your perspective a

not utter a word, but the area around the hallway grew up luxurious and decorated.

the sofa, drank milk tea, and stroked the white fur of Nabi who came up next to her when she was bored. It was very pleasant for a makeshift shelter. Perhaps the hallway was a very suitable

maids also stayed behind in case she was bored.

interested in Bertrand. The cat and the horse silently stare into each other’s eyes, but it feels like

they’re both *females.”

Generally, girls can communicate with their

grew engrossed in the story.

of Laritte’s existence when she came outside the office. He could recognize her footsteps from a